Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and per through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do it – the wind that blows through the keyhole – is the breath of all the living universe.

It’s not true that your life flashes before your eyes when you die. At least, not all of it. Some of your life might flash. Other portions of your life it might take you years and years to recall. That, I think, is the function of Hell: It’s a place of remembering. Beyond that, the purpose of Hell is not so much to forget the details of our lives as it is to forgive them.